I'm bloody stressed out of my mind!
I would say hello, but I don't have the time!
Essays and projects and finals draw nigh!
So if you'll excuse me I'm trying not to die.
YOU ARE READING
Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
